Daisy rushed to help as I checked the couple in, Dad appearing to carry their bags upstairs for them while Emelia sagged against her husband when he gave me their information in a dull, tired voice.

When he fumbled and dropped his credit card, Petunia rushing forward to sniff it just in case it was food, he frowned and swore softly in Spanish before wincing at me. Daisy quickly retrieved the card, handing it to me with a soft pat for the disappointed pug, while Emelia ...